United with the Family by Cherie Benjamin (funny books to read .TXT) 📖

be."

"I'm sorry, but it is.  Kane, Ara is not only Sebastian's daughter, but she is also Zachary’s oldest grandchild."

"So?"

"Zachary Morotti will be turning over the family not to Sebastian, but to his oldest grandchild."  Nazario stated.

Kane looked at his father and then the information hit him like a bullet between the eyes.  Ara was the next Donna of Morotti crime family. A cold sweat broke out along his brow and his mouth became as dry as the desert.  Taking his hands, he placed them in his hair and pulled hard. Even though it hurt, he found comfort in the pain. That pain was nothing like what his heart felt like.  What did this mean for Ara and himself?

"Kane, I know it is shocking, but you need to decide on what you want to do."

"What do you mean?"  Kane asked. He knew what he wanted to do.  He wanted to run down the hall, grab Ara, take her far, far away, and spend the rest of life together.

"You have two choices.  One, you can walk away from Ara or two, you can make her your wife."

"My wife?"

"Yes, as your wife she would be put under the protection of the Leone family."

"But, what if Zachary decides to pass the Morotti family to her; how the fuck would that work?"

"That, my son, will be a long conversation between Zachary and the Don of this family."

"But, that is you."

"No, Kane.  The day you marry, I am turning over the reins to you."

Kane mouth fell open and he stared at his father.  Fuck. As he stood there, he mentally went over what his father had said.  Could he leave Ara? Never be with Ara, never again kiss her pink pouty lips, never again taste the nectar from her pussy, never again have his cock buried deep into her, never again hear laugh, never again see her cry or never see her round with his child.. Never, never, never?  NO.

"I want her as my wife."  Kane stated proudly.

Nazario smiled, walked around his desk, and took Kane in his arms. "You are going to make a great Don.  I am so proud to call you my son."

Kane wrapped his arms around his dad and hugged back.  "I am only as good as the man before me."

Stepping back, Nazario looked at his son; in that moment he was the proudest he had ever been.  "Now, son comes the hard part."

"What's that?"

"You have to get her to say yes."

Kane nodded.  Yes, that was going to be the hard part, but something else was going to be even harder, telling Ara the truth about her family.

"Dad, how are we going to tell Ara about all this?"

"We will sit her down, tell her everything, then assure her that nothing has changed, and that we will protect her with our lives."

"But what if she thinks I am marrying her because of who her father is?"

"You will have to convince her otherwise.  Kane, I know you love her and I can see she loves you, so, when we talk to her, do it from the heart."

"Okay, so, when do we tell her?"

"The sooner the better, if we have figured it out, Zachary surely has, too, or will soon.  You can come over to the house, tomorrow, and we will tell her together as a family."

Kane knew they needed to tell her soon, but tomorrow?  So soon? What if she didn't take it well? What if she decided she didn't want anything to do with him?

Kane stood and walked over the window that overlooked the city, trying to banish the thought that he could have less than twenty four hours with her.  Please, please don't let this be the end. Turning back to his father, he nodded. "I'll bring her over tomorrow morning."

"Okay.  Kane, I know it is hard, but I feel sure that everything will turn out okay."

"Thank you, father.  Is there anything else?"

"No."

"I'm going to get her and leave.  I need time with her." Kane said as his voice cracked.

"Of course."  Nazario said.

Kane walked toward the door, and, as he turned the cold brass knob, he looked back over his shoulder and looked at his father.  "I will make you proud."

"You already do."

Kane nodded and walked out and down the hall to the love of his life.  Opening the door to Ara's office, he found his mother and Ara talking about Ara's idea for the club.

Ara heard the door open and when she looked up, she saw the man who made her heart skip a beat.  "Kane." Ara sighed.

Ara stood up and Kane quickly crossed the room and wrapped his arms tightly around Ara.  Pulling her as close as he possibly could, he buried his nose deep in her mahogany locks and breathed in the bouquet that was uniquely Ara.  Kane’s mind kept running the conversation he had with his father; he knew that there was a possibility that Ara would want to go to her rightful family.  She might not believe that he didn't care if she was a Morotti, and that she was the woman that had stolen his heart.

Ara knew something was wrong.  Kane was holding her so tight, almost as if he was afraid she might leave.  Pulling back, she looked up into the deep green eyes of the man she loved and whispered, “I'm not going anywhere."

Kane looked into her chocolate brown eyes and wondered if she truly meant it.

"Do you promise?"

"Yes."

"Forever?"  Kane pleaded, praying that she would agree to be his.

Ara saw the deep emotions playing out on his face.  At that moment, she didn't see a mafia Don, she did not see a Dominant, she only saw a man who was pleading for her to be his.

"For as long as you will have me."

Kane smiled lovingly and placed a sweet kiss on her lips.

Rosa watched her son as he embraced the woman who, in a short amount of time, had become very important to the family.  Rosa wondered why Ara's parents didn't show love to her. Many would have thought that a woman, who came from such a terrible home, could never show love, but Ara proved them all wrong.  One look at her and Rosa knew that she loved her son with all her heart and looking at Kane now, she could see that he loved her. This was every mother's wish, for their child to find love.  But she could see the way that Kane held Ara, as though, if he let go, she’d disappear. Something was very wrong.

"Kane, I will be going now."

"Thank you for staying with Ara.  Dad is in his office."

"I will talk you soon."

"Actually, Mom, Ara and I will be over tomorrow morning."

"Wonderful, I'll have brunch ready."

Rosa left the office and went to find Nazario, to find out what was going on.

Kane looked down at Ara and smiled.  "Okay, let's get out of here and go home.  I want to take you out on a date."

"A date?"

"Yes, I thought dinner, dancing, and, if I am very lucky, maybe I would get lucky."

Ara giggled.  "Kind Sir, I don't put out on the first date."

"I think I might be able to sway you."  Kane smirked with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

"We will see then."

Ara turned and, when she did so, Kane swatted her ass.

"Hey, what was that for?"

"Getting it ready for tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow night?"

"Oh, my little sweet, have you forgotten that tomorrow is Friday? I will be taking you to my playroom."

Ara skin began to tingle as she thought about going to the playroom.  The thought of her Dominant taking control over her made her nipples get hard and her pussy wet.  Smiling sweetly Ara reached down, unbuttoned her pants, lowered her zipper, carefully dipped her finger into her panties, and gathered the liquid onto her finger.  Slowly and carefully, she brought it from her panties and offered it up to Kane. "I'm wet." Ara moaned.

Kane was mesmerized as he watched Ara’s hand as she offered her nectar to him.  Taking her finger into his mouth, he sucked it until every speck of her essence was gone.  His cock was hard and weeping with need to tear the Ara's clothes from her body and ram his cock deep into its home, but he wanted to show Ara that he wanted her for more than just sex, but as his mate, his love, his reason to live.

"Yum, now button up, because I don't want any motherfucking assholes seeing my goods."

Ara giggled, buttoned, and zipped up her pants.  Kane took her hand and they left the office and into the elevator.  When they arrived on the ground floor, Ben was waiting at the car for them.

"Ben, take us home."

"Yes, Sir."

Ben opened the door and, when the couple was safely inside, he rounded the car, got in, and drove them home.

Kane and Ara spent the afternoon talking and getting to know each other better.  Kane was amazed at how much he and Ara had in common. They shared the same tastes in books, music, and movies.   Soon, the couple went upstairs to get ready for their date. Kane really wanted to share the shower with Ara, but his need to show her how much he cared took over.

"Ara, I am going to shower and change in the next room.  I will be back at promptly 7:00."

"Kane, you don't have to do that."

"Yes, my love, I do."  Kane said, kissing her forehead before leaving the room.

Ara took her time getting ready, wanting to look terrific for Kane.  She chose to wear a long black wrap dress with a plunging neckline and beaded belt. She pulled out a pair of black panties, matching bra, garter, and stockings.  Ara then found a pair of four inch black pumps. Deciding on leaving her hair down, she parted it deeply to one side and pulled the other side back with a crystal clip.  For makeup, she went with a deep smoky eye and blood red lipstick, while keeping a soft cream foundation and a pale pink blush. Carefully dressing in the gown and shoes, Ara stood and looked in the full length mirror at her overall appearance.  Who was this woman, because it surely was not her?

Kane shower, shaved, and dressed in his black Armani suit and black Italian loafers.  He had called all kinds of favors to ensure that Ara’s date would be perfect. Leaving the room, he walked downstairs to find that Ben had returned with the bouquet of three dozen blood red roses and a box from Tiffany.  Opening the box, he saw the perfect pair of diamond gradual drop earrings. They would look perfect on her beautiful ears.

"Thanks, Ben, for picking this up.  Have you pulled around the Aston Martin?"

"You are welcome and, yes, I have."

"Janetta, while we are away, would you mind setting up the bedroom and bath?"

"Oh, Kane, it would be a great honor.  I hope you will have a lovely evening."

"I think I will."

Kane headed up the stairs, carrying the roses in one hand and the Tiffany box in the other.  Slipping the box in his jacket pocket, he brought his hand to the door and then paused. He had never been as nervous as he was at this moment.  His possible happy future lay behind the dark hardwood door. Would this be their first date of many, or would this be their last date? Reaching deep inside his willpower and strength, Kane brought his hand on the door, and knocked, causing an echo that sounded down the hallway, until it faded away to nothing.

Ara opened the door.  There stood a man that made her heart skip a beat and her soul awakened in bright sunlight that was her love for him.  He looked like he had just stepped off the pages of GQ. His dark Armani suit fit him perfectly and in his hands was a bouquet of red roses.

Kane mouth fell open at the sight of Ara.  How did he get